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Nigga, turn up
It's Guwop
Trap house (Thugger), bunkin'
Trap house mansion
Yeah, right on Flat Shoals (you dig?)
Exit, nigga (and Bleveland)
Uh, turn up (we got London on da Track, slatt)
I'm pourin' fours in shit, I need to just put a deuce in (drank)
Car cost four-hundred thou' and I put a roof in (skrrt)
My nigga pot cook it so good, he put his shoe in it (skrrt)
Nigga, it's a gangster party, why fuck is you in it? (Nigga)
Head buster microwave shit, didn't take him two minutes (Gangster P)
You know that there's some straps in the club, they let my crew in (squad)
I might just do the Michael Vick, man, and cook it left hand (ah)
If you ain't talkin' 'bout buyin' grams, then I'm a deaf man (shh)
I can make the dope do numbers, the Stacey Augmon
I told my bitch to dye her hair red like Dennis Rodman (yeah)
If Gucci Mane got so much money, then why he robbin'?
We thirty deep, we cover the street, nigga, we mobbin' (yeah)
(It's Guwop), again (say that again)
Thugger and Guwop again (woah, woah)
Chasin' that guwop again (chasin')
That's my lil' woah again (sheesh)
We chasin' that money, baby, again (yeah)
We fuckin' your homies, baby, again (woah)
Pay if you owe me, baby, go and show me, baby (yeah, yeah)
Pull up and pour it (yeah)
I'ma go gold and you know it (and what?)
I got gold on my Rollies (woo)
And I'm real right like a poet
I look like a dopehole, I know it (woo)
I know I'ma win it like Floyd (woo)
I became an important lil' boy (woo)
Money long like a sock with some shorts (sheesh)
My bitch white and she brown like a port
Edumacation abort (woah)
Bookin' these dorks (woah, woah)
I jumped off the porch and went north (skrrt)
Whipped you some dope up, the narcotics (yeah)
YSL hardbody (yeah)
I got 'bout twenty chickens in the lobby, baby
Ride it, ride it, Kawasaki, 'saki (woah)
I don't speak English (nah)
I fuck that mouth on the secret (slatt)
I'm the big homie, I'm leakin' (yeah)
Stick to the streets like I'm cement (woah)
I don't need no change, you can keep it (uh-uh)
I don't want your verse on my remix (uh-uh)
No panties, she my secret
Got a hundred bands on me, I'm cheesin' (woo, woo)
Did a sequel, lookin' down like an eagle
(It's Guwop), again
Thugger and Guwop again (woah)
Chasin' that guwop again
That's my lil' woah again (woo)
We chasin' that money, baby, again
We fuckin' your homies, baby, again
Pay if you owe me, baby, go and show me, baby (yeah, yeah)
Pull up and pour it (woah)
I'ma go gold and you know it (go)
I got gold on my Rollies (woo)
And I'm real right like a poet (slatt)
I look like a dopehole, I know it (woo-woo)
I know I'ma win it like Floyd (I'm winnin')
I became an important lil' boy (became)
Money long like a sock with some shorts (woah, woah)
Whippin' that bitch
Snobby, she whip out that dick, she suckin' him
Ayy, she fuckin' him, damn
Sittin' up, hands hold her knees like a bucket, damn, yeah
Yeah
WRITERS
Jeffery Lamar Williams, Radric Delantic Davis
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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